BAILEY
Once Holden is settled on the couch with some warm tea on the table next to him, Ash and I head upstairs to let him rest. Most of the pack is still celebrating well into the night, but I just don’t have the energy tonight. Between all the magic I used today and finding out a traitor poisoned Holden, I just want to relax.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” Ash whispers from my side, enveloping my hand with his much larger one. “You fought so hard, so fiercely. I always believed in you.”
“Thank you, my love. But technically I didn’t kill him, so I shouldn’t get all the credit.” I joke, making us both chuckle as we enter our room.
Our conversation is put on hold as we go our separate ways to get ready for bed. Ash leaves the bathroom door open behind him as he readies the shower
